Wednesday, September 10, 2008

How to "Smile, and murther whiles [you] smile."

Richard III. Dir. Richard Loncraine. Perf. Ian McKellen, Annette Bening, Jim Broadbent, Robert Downey, Jr., and Maggie Smith. 1995. DVD. United Artists Pictures, 1995.

Ah, Sir Ian. What a lovely way to transition from Lear Week at Bardfilm (which lasted almost a month, it seems) into something new.

This Richard III (and this Richard III—not underlined, and therefore indicating the character rather than the play) is marvelous. I didn't enjoy it as much as I should have when I first saw it—as it should be seen: on the big screen in a smallish theatre with an enthusiastic crowd.

This speech is also marvelous. It demonstrates Richard's ability to smile while plotting murder.

And when Richard spots us in the mirror, overhearing his deepest secrets, it's thrilling (as in OED definition 1.b of "thrilling, ppl. a.": " Piercing or penetrating, as cold; causing shivering or shuddering." Magnificent. Take a gander:



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